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Star Trek: Voyager 1x06 the cloud (

Personal Log, Stardate 48546.2.

Our journey home

is several weeks old now,

and l have begun to notice

in my crew, and in myself,

a subtle change as the reality

of our situation settles in.

Here in the Delta Quadrant,

we are virtually

the entire family of man.

We are more than a crew,

and l must find a way

to be more than a Captain

to these people...

but it's not clear to me

exactly how to begin.

At the Academy, we're taught

that a Captain is expected

to maintain a certain distance.

Until now, l have

always been comfortable

with that distance.

Captain, l...

l didn't realize there was

an inspection scheduled.

Not an inspection, Lieutenant.

A stroll.

We should have the warp drive

up and running by 0900 hours.

Recalibrating

the reactant injectors

is the only thing

we have left to do.

Carry on.

Maybe this is

just the way it works.

Maybe the distance

is necessary.

Maybe more than ever now,

they need me

to be larger than life.

l only wish

l felt larger than life.

Computer, delete last sentence.

Gentlemen.

As you were.

So, has Neelix concocted

anything interesting

this morning?

There's an ancient

Chinese curse, Captain--

''May you live

in interesting times.''

Mealtime is always interesting

now that Neelix

is in the kitchen.

We shouldn't judge him

too harshly.

He is helping us

conserve replicator energy.

And l'm sure

the gastrointestinal

problems will go away,

as soon as our systems

get used to his, uh...

gourmet touch.

Well, see you at duty call.

We should have

asked her to join us.

Ensigns don't invite

Captains to sit down.

Why not?

Because they don't.

Well, what's wrong with

showing a little courtesy?

Captains don't want courtesy.

They want respect.

That's why they don't get chummy

with the lower ranks.

Well, who else is she supposed

to get chummy with out here?

There aren't many other

Captains and Admirals

for her to talk to.

lf she wants to sit with us,

she'll ask us to join her.

That's the way it's done.

l think you're working

from an old rule book, Paris.

Neelix?

Captain!

May l say,

you look beautiful this morning.

ls that a new color lipstick?

No, no, it's the same color

l always wear.

Well, perhaps

it's just the way the glow

of the food heater lamps

hits you,

but you look wonderful.

Not to suggest

you don't always look wonderful.

Neelix, do we have

any coffee left?

No, but we have

something even better.

l don't want something

even better, l want coffee.

lt's made from

a proteinaceous seed

l discovered on an expedition...

Never mind.

l'll use one of my replicator

rations for coffee.

That would not be appropriate,

Captain.

l beg your pardon?

You need to set

an example for the crew.

Well, thank you

for reminding me.

You're welcome.

After all, if you want the crew

to begin to accept

natural food alternatives

instead of further depleting

our energy reserves,

you need to encourage them

by your own choices, don't you?

Fine. Give me your even-better-

than-coffee substitute.

And how about some

Takar loggerhead eggs

with that this morning?

Just... coffee.

lt's a tiny bit richer blend

than you're used to,

but you'll learn to love it.

Bridge to Janeway.

On my way. Janeway out.

Tomorrow maybe.

Ah.

Yes, Commander?

There was no need

for you to come to the Bridge,

Captain.

Yes, there was.

l just wanted to alert

you to a nebula

we've picked up

on long-range sensors.

Put it on screen.

Magnify.

There are unusually high levels

of omicron particles

within this nebula, Captain.

Are you thinking we could

collect these omicron particles

to provide an additional

antimatter reserve, Lieutenant?

Precisely.

Senior Bridge Officers,

report for duty.

Commander, set a new course.

There's coffee in that nebula.

Exploring this nebula

should raise some spirits

around here, don't you think,

Commander?

No way to go but up.

You're closer

to the crew than l am.

How bad is it?

There's a nuanka--

a period of mourning

that everyone's going through.

lt's a natural reaction.

l'm worried about them.

l wish we had

a Counselor on board,

but the nature of our mission

didn't require one.

We talk to animals.

lt's a Native American

tradition.

Animals?

Our own counselors.

We're taught

that an animal guide

accompanies us through life.

Basically, it's what Carl

Jung thought he invented

when he came up with

his ''active imagination''

technique in 1932,

but we'd been doing

pretty much the same

thing for centuries.

ls there a different

animal guide for everyone?

Actually, yes.

Let me guess.

Yours is a bear.

Why do you say that?

You strike me as the bear type.

Thank you.

The bear is

a very powerful animal.

lt has great pokattah,

but he's not my animal guide.

The creature that guides us

doesn't define who we are.

lt merely chooses to be with us.

Okay. lf not a bear,

then what?

l can't tell you that.

lt would offend my animal guide

if l spoke its name.

But he guides you well?

Actually, it's female.

But yes, she usually

guides me very well.

Can one just choose

her own animal guide?

lt's not quite that simple.

Captain,

we are approaching

the perimeter of the nebula.

Slow to one-third impulse.

lf you're interested,

l'll be glad to teach you

how to contact

your animal guide.

You've got a date.

Analysis, Mr. Kim.

Seven AU's in diameter.

Sensors are picking up

intermittent gamma

and thermal emissions.

Nothing our shields

can't handle.

Mr. Paris, any problems

for navigation?

l'm showing

mostly hydrogen, helium,

and hydroxyl radicals.

Some local dust nodules.

l don't see them

giving us any trouble.

Mr. Tuvok, can you find us

a rich deposit of omicron

particles in there?

A significant concentration

appears to exist

approximately

64 million kilometers

inside the perimeter.

Set coordinates.

Aye, Captain.

Engines at one-quarter impulse.

Engage.

l've never seen

anything like it.

Tuvok to Kim.

Mr. Kim, that is a comment

we would prefer not to hear

from a Senior Officer

on the Bridge.

lt makes the Junior

Officers nervous.

Yes, sir.

Density has increased

to 42 percent.

Cause?

Not sure.

We seem to be drawing

some interstellar dust

toward us.

Engineering, could

the magnetic field

from our impulse engines

be attracting this dust?

lt's a good possibility,

Captain.

l'm showing the dust with

a return force ratio of 4.1.

Recommend we shut down impulse

and go to thrusters.

Acknowledged.

Engage thrusters.

Ahead slow.

Density still increasing.

Up by 70 percent now.

Mr. Tuvok?

The level of resistance

poses no danger to the hull

at this time, Captain.

How far to your omicron

particle deposits?

12,400 kilometers.

Maintain course and...

Report!

We're at a dead stop now.

Shutting down thrusters.

We seem to have encountered

an energy barrier.

ls it natural or artificial?

We're not reading

any directed energy source

down here, Captain.

My guess is

it's a natural phenomenon.

How far are we

from the particles, Lieutenant?

Just over 7,000 kilometers.

lt's conceivable

this energy barrier

is related to those particles.

Mr. Kim, if you could get

a transporter beam

through the barrier...

Can't do it, Captain.

The thoron emissions

of the barrier

would interfere with

the transporter signal.

Ms. Torres,

do we have enough power

to take the ship

through the barrier?

The barrier appears

to be only 50 meters deep.

A four-second burst

at maximum thrusters

ought to do it.

All right.

Maximum shields.

Engage full thrusters

for four seconds

and then drop to one-quarter.

Acknowledged.

Engaging thrusters.

What do you make of it,

Mr. Tuvok?

l am unable to offer

an identification, Captain.

Kim to Tuvok.

ln other words,

you've never seen

anything like it?

Oh, l promise

not to tell the Junior Officers.

Captain,

the breach we just made,

where we penetrated the field--

it just closed behind us.

Kes!

Oh! Now look

what she's gotten us into!

Do all nebulas look like that?

l wouldn't know.

l'm smart enough

to go around nebulas

when l encounter them.

These people are

natural-born explorers, Neelix.

These people are natural-born

idiots if you ask me.

They don't appreciate

what they have here.

This ship

is the match of any vessel

within a hundred light years,

and what do they do with it?

''Well, let's see

if we can't find

''some space anomaly today

that might

rip it apart!''

l don't think

the Captain is an idiot.

She cares a great deal

about her crew.

You don't care a great deal

about your crew

and introduce them

to the specter of death

at every opportunity.

And l speak as a member

of that crew now.

l'm not sure l would have

wanted you to come along

had l known

that this is what we...

l think it's wonderful.

Wonderful?

lf l were Captain,

l'd open every crack

in the universe

and peek inside,

just like Captain Janeway does.

l don't deny the romantic...

quality of this sort

of... casting about.

l wouldn't exactly

call it wonderful.

Although...

it's getting more

wonderful by the minute.

l've never kissed anyone

inside a nebula before.

What did l tell you?

Red Alert.

Whatever they are,

they're passing right

through our shields.

Try reversing

the shield polarity.

Mr. Tuvok?

They appear to be made up

of a non-reactive

material that our sensors

do not recognize, Captain.

Clarify

Are we under attack?

Uncertain.

There is no indication

of directed fire.

Torres to Bridge.

Go ahead.

These things

are sticking to the hull.

And l'm showing a drain

on our energy reserves.

A drain?

Why would we be losing energy?

l'm not sure, Captain.

They seem to be drawing it

right through the shield grid

along the hull.

We've lost five percent

of our energy reserves.

Recommend we shut down

all non-essential systems.

Do it.

Reversing shield polarity

hasn't had any effect.

Energy reserves

are down eight percent.

This is not what l had in mind.

Mr. Paris, take us back

through the energy barrier

and out of here.

Reversing course.

Full thrusters.

Thrusters firing.

We're not penetrating

the energy barrier this time.

Sensors show a buildup

of magneside dust

along the outer rim

of the barrier.

Engineering, l need more power.

We can't go back to impulse,

Captain.

That's how our problems started.

Our best chance

is to burn the aft thrusters

beyond the recommended limits.

Proceed.

Acknowledged. Accelerating

deuterium to rear thrusters.

We have a complement

of 38 photon torpedoes

at our disposal, Captain.

And no way to replace them

after they're gone.

Aft thrusters at 105 percent.

1 15 percent.

Barrier still holding.

We need something else.

Give me a two-second blast

from the forward phaser bank.

Firing phasers.

The barrier is undamaged,

Captain.

Ready a photon.

Mr. Paris, assuming

we can breach

the energy barrier,

it's likely to close as

fast as the first time.

l'll be riding the tail

of our torpedo, Captain.

Torpedo is loaded.

Align coordinates

along ship's heading.

Coordinates set.

Fire.

50,000 kilometers

to the perimeter.

l'm having trouble navigating

through the energy currents.

lt's as thick as

a Toarian ice storm out there.

35,000 kilometers to perimeter.

Energy reserves

are still falling.

15,000 kilometers.

We've cleared the central mass.

Stand down Red Alert.

Take us to 2,000 kilometers

off the perimeter

and hold position.

Get a sample of that matter

off the hull

for Lieutenant Torres

to analyze.

l'd like to know what it was

that humbled every

defense system on this ship.

How much of our energy reserves

did we lose, Ensign?

1 1 percent, Captain.

l'm just going to have

to give up coffee.

That's all there is to it.

Dark enough for you?

What?

Get up, Harry.

There's something

you got to see.

See?

How'd you get in here?

You'd be surprised

the things you learn in prison.

MacAllister--

James Mooney MacAllister.

The guy never slept.

He'd be studying

his algorithms until dawn,

and the only way

l could get any sleep

was to wear a mask.

You could've changed roommates.

Are you kidding?

MacAllister got me through

fourth year quantum chemistry.

Besides, l got used

to wearing it.

Something about it

that reminds me

of being in the womb.

Harry, in order to be

reminded of something,

you have to first...

l remember being

in my mother's womb.

Right.

l do.

So what is it

you have to show me?

Nothing that's going to compare

to that memory

of your mother's womb.

Computer, activate

holodeck program Paris-3.

Hey, it's Tom.

Welcome, Tom, welcome.

Hey, Tom, how you doing?

What do you think, Harry?

What is it, a French bistro?

This is where l spent

most of my second semester

at the Academy.

l chose the Starfleet base

outside of Marseilles

for my physical training.

l always had a thing

about the French.

And the French

always had a thing

about you, Monsieur Thomas.

And with a name like Paris,

and a face like that,

how could anyone resist, huh?

Sandrine, this is my friend,

Harry Kim.

Enchante.

Sandrine owns the place.

lt's been in her family

over 600 years.

Tommy.

lt's about time.

l've been waiting for you.

This is Ricky.

l include her in all

my holo-programs.

-Hi.

-Hi.

Mmm...

Your friend the gigolo

wouldn't leave me alone.

lt's what l do, Tom.

Nothing personal.

French father,

Daliwakan mother.

She just sits there

and waits for you, huh?

Like a little puppy dog.

l wouldn't have it

any other way.

Oh, really?

l thought you liked your women

with a little bite.

Everyone knows

about your bite, Sandrine.

lt's when you start

sucking blood they get scared.

Monsieur, can l get you

something to drink?

Just a cup of tea.

Harry, this is France.

Uh, break open a bottle

of that '46 Saint Emilion

you save behind the bar for me.

l don't like to drink

this late at night.

l get an acid heartburn.

Harry, it's holographic wine.

lt doesn't give you acid.

Try to get in the mood, huh?

Sorry.

l learned a great deal

that semester at the Academy.

Most of it right here.

Oui-- and most of it

from me.

l found this place

just after my pocket was picked

walking by the harbor.

Somebody picked

your pocket on Earth?

Oh, they just do it

for tourists.

They give it back.

Most of the time.

Nine ball in the corner pocket.

You see that pool table, Harry?

The table at Sandrine's

at Marseilles

has attracted the world's

greatest hustlers

throughout the centuries.

l thought it might

be fun to program in

some of the great

players to shoot with.

Eight ball in the cross side.

Gaunt Gary, Ames Pool Hall,

New York City, 1953.

They say that he hustled

the great Willie Moscone

himself.

Moscone?

Was he some famous

billiard player?

Game is pool, kid.

Pool.

l don't suppose you'd care

to wager a fin on a game or two?

Oh, he's not ready

for you yet, Gary.

Let me teach him

a few tricks first.

Watch out for him, kid.

He can swallow your wallet

without ever losing his smile.

l'll keep it in mind.

What's a fin?

l'm not sure.

Some old kind

of Scandinavian currency.

Come on.

l'll rack them up.

You pick out a cue.

Harry, this is my idea of home.

My little piece of Earth

out here in the Delta Quadrant.

You shrug it off--

or you like to make

the rest of us think

you're shrugging it off--

but you miss it, too, don't you?

What?

Home.

Your shot, Harry.

Computer, activate emergency

medical holographic program.

Please state the nature

of the medical emergency.

Why do you always

have to say that?

l can only speculate about

my programmer's motives.

Perhaps he thought

l might be summoned

for... important reasons.

Under the circumstances,

don't you think

you really ought

to change your program?

Now, there's

an interesting concept--

a hologram

that programs himself.

What would l do

with that ability?

Create a family,

raise an army...

l know a little about

holographic programming.

l could probably

reprogram you.

That makes me feel

particularly confident.

Has anyone ever told you,

you have a lousy attitude?

lf you don't like

the doctor's attitude,

there's a man sitting

at a console

in the Jupiter Station

Holo-programming Center

you can write to.

His name is Zimmerman.

He looks a lot like me,

actually.

Now, not that l don't

enjoy the repartee,

but was there a reason

you stopped in?

l need a second opinion on this.

Who gave you the first opinion?

l gave it to myself.

lt's a sample of residue

we picked up in a nebula.

A nebula?

What were we doing in a nebula?

No, wait, don't tell me.

We were investigating.

That's all we do around here.

Why pretend

we're going home at all?

All we're going to do

is investigate

every cubic millimeter

of this Quadrant, aren't we?

The molecules are isolinear.

No polycyclic structures, but...

But this is what brought

you to me, isn't it?

The nucleogenic peptide bonds.

ls it some kind

of phospholipid fiber?

And you were doing so well.

Now... l suspect it's something

far more interesting than that.

Come in.

Repair crews have degaussed

the hull, Captain.

Good. Let's plan

an 0700 departure.

What's this?

My medicine bundle.

l've never shown it

to anyone before.

After what you said

this morning,

l thought it was important

to let you see.

Will it help me find

my animal guide?

Eventually,

you'll have to assemble

your own medicine bundle,

but this will allow me

to assist you

in your quest for a guide.

Now?

Now.

A blackbird's wing...

a stone from the river...

an akoonah.

''Akoonah''?

My ancestors used

psychoactive herbs

to assist their vision quests.

Now they're no longer necessary.

Our scientists have found

more modern ways

to facilitate the search

for animal guides.

Place your hand on it.

And concentrate on the stone.

A-koo-chee-moya.

We are far from the sacred

places of our grandfathers.

We are far

from the bones of our people,

but perhaps there is

one powerful being

who will embrace this woman

and give her

the answers she seeks.

Allow your eyes to close.

Breathe to feel

the light in your belly

and let it expand

until the light is everywhere.

Prepare yourself

to leave this room

and this ship,

and return to a place

where you were the most content

and peaceful you have ever been.

You can see all around you

and hear the sounds

of this place.

l know this place.

lt's...

You must not discuss with me

what you see,

or you will offend

your animal guide.

As you continue to look around,

you will become aware

of other life

that shares

this place with you.

lt will be the first animal

you see.

That is the one

you will speak to.

Do you see an animal?

Yes.

Speak to it.

What do l say?

You know what you want to ask.

l'm sorry.

l should've asked the computer

for no interruptions.

Come in.

The Commander was introducing

me to my animal guide.

l hope

that you have

better luck with yours

than l had with mine.

B'Elanna's the only one l know

who tried to kill

her animal guide.

l'm sorry

to interrupt,

but the Doctor and l

have come up with a rather

surprising analysis

of the matter

left on the hull.

lt's organic.

Microscopic life-forms

from the nebula.

That's not what l mean.

The samples are clearly

organic elements

of a much larger life-form.

lt appears, Captain,

that this nebula

is not a nebula at all.

l'm curious, Captain.

Exactly what are you

looking for?

l need to know

if we did serious harm

to this life-form.

Let's see-- you ran

your ship through it,

fired phasers at it,

and blew a hole in it

with a photon torpedo.

l'd say it's a pretty good

chance that you...

Computer, mute audio.

lsolate that concentration

of omicron particles

we were trying to get to.

That would be right here.

Mr. Tuvok?

l'm afraid the concentration

of particles

is far lower

than l originally observed.

Furthermore, it appears

that many of the particles

have now moved outside

the energy barrier.

ls it possible they're leaking

out through the breach we made?

That would be

a logical conclusion.

lt's also a logical conclusion

that all of the phenomena

we've encountered

were actually this life-form's

natural defense systems.

The way the barrier was

protecting the omicron particles

almost suggests we were

entering a vital organ.

So, it seems very clear

that we've severely hurt

an innocent life-form.

How do we repair

the harm we've done?

Uh, Captain?

Computer, resume audio.

How kind of you.

You may be interested to know

that the analysis

of the organic sample

suggested this life-form

has the capacity to regenerate.

The process may simply

need a helping hand.

Any ideas how we could

stimulate regeneration?

Lieutenant Torres

has the answer.

l do?

You were the one who first

observed that this life-form has

a nucleogenic structure.

lf the life-form has

a nucleogenic structure...

nucleonic radiation

ought to assist

its healing process.

A nucleonic beam along

the edges of the breach

should theoretically

promote regeneration.

Bravo.

Commander, take us

to Yellow Alert

and advise the crew

that we're going to reenter

the life-form.

Mr. Kim, review all systems

in light of our first experience

and see if you can

provide new safeguards.

Tuvok, your job is to find

some modification of the shields

that will hold off this life-

form's natural defense systems.

We begin at 1300 hours.

Dismissed.

The bantan is a little

on the spicy side.

Kes grows them herself

in the hydroponic garden.

Don't eat any

of the little pink things

and you'll be fine.

All personnel

report to stations.

Yellow Alert.

Now what?

Neelix to Chakotay.

We're very busy up here, Neelix.

What do you need?

This Yellow Alert business--

l was just starting...

Sorry. We found out that the

nebula is actually a life-form

and we've got to go back in to

repair some damage we did to it.

Chakotay out.

Go back in? Hello?

Well, that's it!

l've had it!

Neelix...

No! l'm going

to the Captain about this.

Come in.

Captain, l understand

that this nebula

we've discovered

is some kind of monster?

Not a monster, Neelix,

but it is a life-form.

Excuse me if l sound crazy,

because someone may have been

playing a joke on me,

but you aren't planning

to take us back into the belly

of this beast, are you?

No joke.

Why?

Because we hurt it

and we have to help it recover.

l did not come on board

this ship to be

a veterinarian, Captain.

And l thought you were

a man of unlimited talents.

l just reached my limit.

So, if you don't mind,

Kes and l will wait on board

my little vessel

for you to return.

All our crews are busy

preparing for this mission.

l'm not pulling them

off their duties

to prepare your ship for launch,

and l'm not going to drop you

off on the side of the road

every time we hit a bump.

When we're finished,

if you want to leave,

that's your business,

but for the moment,

find yourself

a seat with a good view

because, just like Jonah

and the whale, you're going in.

ls that final?

Dismissed.

That's a Starfleet expression

for ''get out.''

Jonah?

Whale?

Approaching the perimeter.

Disengage impulse engines.

lmpulse engines off-line.

Engage thrusters, one-third.

Thrusters engaged.

Red Alert.

Shields are up.

Adaptive harmonics

are operational.

Density is already

more than double

what we encountered last time.

EM hull pressure is approaching

dangerous levels, Captain.

Mr. Kim?

lf my research is right,

releasing positive ions

through the nacelles

should repel

some of the dust out there.

Without causing further harm

to the creature?

l believe so, Captain.

Very well.

lon release confirmed.

Ambient density is dropping.

Hull pressure

is decreasing also.

Hold your course.

14,000 kilometers to the breach.

l can see it.

Magnify.

Engineering,

ready your nucleonic beam.

Ready and awaiting your orders,

Captain.

Mr. Paris,

bring us into position.

Coming about 40 degrees.

Report!

We're being hit by some

kind of multi-polar charges.

They're not like anything

we saw the first time.

Shields at 87 percent.

Will they hold?

The polarity of each charge

is rotating so quickly,

the shields cannot compensate.

We've lost

the rear driver coil assembly.

lnertial dampers are off-line.

l'm losing control.

Hold on!

Engineering, initiate emergency

shutdown of all thrusters.

Captain, the only way

we can shut down all thrusters

is to vent the deuterium

into space.

We can't afford

to lose all that fuel.

We have no choice.

Do it!

Acknowledged.

Cutting thrusters.

lnertial dampers

are still off-line.

Reset lDF baseline at 3-0-0

and reinitialize.

Field processors

coming back on line.

lnertial damping restored.

All stop.

Damage report.

Electro-plasma leaks

reported on Deck 14.

Repair crews are

being dispatched.

Otherwise, we seem

to be in one piece.

l believe the optical data

network is down, Ensign.

Yes, sir.

l'll get right on it.

14 injuries reported, Captain--

none serious.

Have any idea where we are,

Mr. Paris?

Approximately 70,000 kilometers

from our former position--

deeper inside the creature

than before.

Let's hope it has

a slow digestive process.

Yes, ma'am.

We need to get back

to the wound

without causing a response

from its defense systems.

Suggestions?

lt seems to be leaving us alone

now that we've cut off

all propulsion systems.

Maybe that's what cues it

to respond.

lf l'm right, we might

be able to get back

without engaging any engines.

No engines?

We've been reading

these swirling energy currents

since we first got here.

When we thought it was a nebula,

we weren't looking

for any pattern.

We thought they were

just random eddies.

But now, l'm wondering

if these currents

might be some kind

of a circulatory system.

Mr. Kim, are you showing omicron

particles in these currents?

Affirmative, Captain.

lf the currents are distributing

omicron energy

throughout the life-form,

the circulatory system

might pass right by that wound.

We could get in one

of those currents

and surf back.

Use the reaction

control thrusters

in drift mode only, Mr. Paris.

Aye, Captain.

We're on our way.

Speed-- all of 200 kph.

Time for refreshment.

Ailis pate,

Felada onion crisps,

stuffed Cardaway leaves.

l appreciate the thought,

Neelix,

but this is hardly the time.

As the morale officer

on this ship,

l insist that a break

in the workload

is both healthy

and necessary.

Go on, Mr. Vulcan.

lt might even

help you loosen up.

Or not.

May l ask when you

became morale officer?

Oh, just a few minutes ago,

when l sensed crew morale

might be especially low.

Mine certainly was.

We were in a free fall

at the time.

Cooking always helps

Neelix to unwind.

Yes, and after we stabilized

l certainly needed to unwind.

So it seemed to me,

l had a choice to either

come up here and say,

''l told you so''...

No.

or to try to do

something constructive

to help out

in my own humble manner.

Try the stuffed

Cardaway leaves.

They're irresistible.

Now, as your new morale officer,

l thought it might be fun

for us all to sing

a few songs together.

Don't push it, Neelix.

Captain?

Well done, Mr. Paris.

Well done, Mr. Paris.

Take us gently out

of the current.

Stay in RCS drift mode.

Aye, Captain.

Ms. Torres,

prepare your nucleonic beam.

We're ready down here, Captain.

Let's give the wound

two doses to start.

Five bursts

at a two-second interval.

Now.

Analysis.

Scanners are showing

the regeneration rate up

only .04 percent.

l don't know

what we can hope to accomplish

if this is the best we can do.

The breach may simply be

too large to seal.

This is the Doctor speaking.

Please activate your monitor

to the emergency medical

holographic channel.

l believe l may have

a suggestion that will help.

Since no one had the courtesy

to turn me off

after my last consultation,

l've had the opportunity

to observe your progress--

or lack of same.

l believe a slight alteration

of your treatment plan

is necessary.

As inspiration, l've drawn

on an ancient medical technique

known as a suture.

''Suture''?

Before the advent

of laser technology,

surgical fiber was used

to stitch together a wound

to allow it to heal naturally.

How does that help us?

Your ship's energy systems

are compatible

with this life-form's omicron

particles, are they not?

That's right.

Then it is very likely

that this vessel could serve

the life-form's needs in much

the same manner as a suture.

By allowing the ship

to serve as an energy conduit

across the wound

the life-form should be able

to regenerate itself

more rapidly.

And how are we supposed

to get the ship into the wound

without getting the hell

beat out of us again?

That's your problem, not mine.

Doctor out.

That's sort of like

asking a hurt dog

not to bite you

while you tend to its wounds.

You like dogs, Mr. Paris?

Yes, ma'am.

l always had a dog.

l like dogs, too.

When l had to clean out a cut

on my dog's leg,

l needed to create

a little diversion first

to take her mind off it.

Mr. Kim--

prepare a class-4 microprobe.

Aye, Captain.

Lieutenant,

if l gave you a short burst

from our thrusters,

would it be enough

for you to maneuver

into the breach in ten seconds?

l'd feel better if l had 20.

Once we launch that probe

as a diversion,

you might have ten,

maybe even less than that.

Ten sounds good.

Mr. Kim, status?

Microprobe is loaded and ready.

Set coordinates for launch

at 160 mark 70.

Cut power after 500 meters.

l don't want to hurt

this life-form again.

Acknowledged.

Engineering, l'll need

a one-second burst

from our aft thrusters

on my order.

Standing by.

Launch microprobe.

Thrusters.

Firing!

Reading mono-polar charges,

high frequency.

Shields at 7 5 percent

and holding.

Maintain position.

Engineering, direct

two nucleonic beams

fore and aft-- parallel

to the central axis of the ship.

Acknowledged.

Beam engaged.

Captain, l'm showing a rapid

growth pattern along the wound.

Regenerative matter approaching

from both directions

at just under 500 kilometers

per hour.

Hold position.

Captain, the shields are only

designed to withstand...

l'm aware of that, Mr. Tuvok.

Hold position!

Regenerative matter approaching.

Range...

30 kilometers-- fore and aft.

Engineering,

ready full thrusters.

Mr. Paris?

Just tell me when.

Regenerative matter

at 20 kilometers.

Fifteen... ten...

Disengage nucleonic beam.

Fire thrusters.

Thrusters engaged.

Now, Mr. Paris.

40,000 kilometers

to the perimeter.

30,000.

The life-form's regeneration

rate is up 40 percent, Captain.

Looks like it's well on the way

to closing that wound.

We've cleared the central mass.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

We set out

to augment our energy reserves

and wound up depleting them

by over 20 percent.

As a result,

we've set a new course

for a planet

14 light-years away

that Neelix says might have

compatible energy sources

to offer us.

lt is out of our way,

but circumstances offer

few alternatives.

So much for raising spirits.

Turning in for the night,

Captain?

Actually, l'm going

to talk to an animal

and then turn in.

Something Commander

Chakotay taught me.

Supposed to be

quite therapeutic.

You might want

to ask him about it.

l will.

Captain...

What is it, Ensign?

Well, l don't mean

to be out of place,

but if you'd care to join us,

you'd be welcome.

Join you where?

Come on, Tommy.

Let's get out of here.

Easy, honey.

l'm setting the lndian up

for the big hustle.

But he's beating you.

Yeah, that's exactly what

he's supposed to think, too.

As you were.

Well... this is remarkable.

Mr. Kim tells me this is

your doing, Mr. Paris.

Ah... yeah.

lt's just a little

diversion, Captain.

One always knows

when a woman of good

breeding enters a room.

Ma cherie...

may l request

your favorite song,

so that we may dance,

before l take you

to my private felucca

on the wharf

and make passionate

love to you?

Uh... l'm sorry.

lf l had some kind of warning

that you were coming...

You would have changed it,

and l would have missed

all the fun.

l just don't know

what the dolls see

in a gigolo, do you?

Now, me, l got a whole

different approach to women.

Treat a lady like a tramp,

and a tramp like a lady.

Never fails.

Paris, did you program

this guy?

Yeah. Why?

He's a pig, and so are you.

Almost never.

ls this pool or billiards?

Uh, pool.

Right.

Pool's the one with the pockets.

Would you mind

if l gave it a try?

Reculez-vous!

Give the handsome

young woman some room.

Tell me, does she

have, uh, money?

Commander Chakotay, your stick?

lt's called a cue, Captain.

Cue.

All right.

So what do we do?

Do l go first?

Solids.

l saw that coming

a mile away, didn't you?

Ah, you've got a lot

to learn, jeune homme.

But then... l've got

a lot to teach.

Eight ball in the side pocket.

A-koo-chee-moya.

We are far

from the sacred places

of our grandfathers, and

from the bones of our people,

but perhaps there is

one powerful being

who will embrace this good crew

and give them

the answer they seek.